Cillian Murphy's Characters Imagines! X Reader!

Imagine, you are a troublemaker living in the poorest time zone, you are known for petty crimes to get more time including betting and fighting, you are eventually reprehended by Timekeeper Raymond Leon a tough enforcer but what happens when you both remember your past...
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In a world where time is money, you have to do what you have to do. The number of years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds you have left is permanently on your arm and the only way to increase the amount of time you have is to work. For you and people who also live in the poorest time zone, Dayton, you have to do grueling factory work in order to receive a small time paycheck. When your time runs out, you die, very simple. You've seen people die on the streets, they just run out of time and that's it, game over. The only plus to this barbaric way of living is you stop aging at twenty five, everyone is young and fresh, someone could be one hundred and twenty years old but look twenty five but only the rich that live in New Greenwich make it that long, people who live in Dayton might only make it to fifty, if they're lucky. There are other ways to make time of course, betting on time, which is illegal for the poor time zone and fighting for it which is also illegal, this is what you do. You are a criminal, you bet and fight for time but something must be working because you are fifty four and that's older then both of your parents, your mom only made it to forty and your dad forty two. Everything is going fine for you, but Timekeepers have been on high alert for crimes, even small ones.

Timekeepers maintain the law and order within time zones, they are mean and rather cruel, they mostly all come from New Greenwich as escaping your timezone and moving up to the richer lifestyle is almost impossible, it has been done but rarely so Timekeepers are very cruel towards poor time zones, luckily you don't look like a criminal. With your beautiful H/C hair, smooth skin, innocent eyes and a smile that never shows any sign of deceit your are almost never investigated by the Timekeepers for your crimes, but this time is a little different because overly ambitious Timekeeper Raymond Leon can see past your facade.
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The bar smells of dirt and of course alcohol, around you are mostly men dressed in dirty jackets and ripped pants, they are all fresh from their shift at the factory, accompanying some of them are women, dressed in skimpy bras and underwear, they are sex workers. That's another way to make time in this time zone, but you refuse to sink that low, you would much rather die. You pull up the sleeve on your black dress, it's nothing fancy, it was your mothers so it's fairly old but with such little time it's all you can afford. Your glowing green clock on your arm reads, "0000.03.20.03.45.34" This means you have, three months, twenty days, three hours, forty five minutes and thirty four seconds. You pull your sleeve down and sigh, you need more time, you walk up to the bar and sit down on a torn red bar stool, the bartender looks at you and gives you a small smile,

"The usual?" He ask as he cleans a glass with a grey rag.

"Yep. How much again?" Prices have been going up, by next year it's estimated a beer could cost four days.

"Two days and fifteen hours." The bartender gives you a sad stare, based on your quick frown he knows you don't have much time left, he pats your arm. "Are you still...you know, fighting?" The Bartender says as he squashes a roach with his shoe, you nod and look down.

"Yeah, but it's not cutting it anymore, the Timekeepers have really been cutting down on that behavior so not a lot of people are willing to, but whenever I can." As you speak he gives you your drink and you hold out your arm, he scans your wrist with a device that sucks out your time, he looks at you solemnly.

"I'm sorry doll, be careful out there." He really doesn't want to take your time, but he has to because he needs some himself, giveaways aren't common in Dayton. You smile and push a piece of hair behind your hair and stand up from the bar chair.